abilities in other than social situations.” He lifted his hand to touch her cheek. Her eyes closed for a moment as though savoring his caress, and then she stared at him with a sort of terrified fascination. “I had no idea of the enticing woman you’d become while I was looking away.”
He slid his hand around her neck and brought her closer. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for any sign that his attentions were unwelcome, and then claimed the lips and mouth of a woman he’d known and yet not known for years. Her mouth softened beneath his, much as her body did when he joined with her, and she leaned into him as he tasted and kissed her, over and over.
Adrian took another step, bringing him in close contact and placing her between the closed chamber door and his body. Now he held her face with both his hands and covered her lips with his. He felt her hands creep up to his arms, not in deterrence, but in encouragement. A noise from inside the room startled them both into realizing where they stood, and he released her slowly from his grasp, taking several more kisses from her caress-swollen lips.
“Your pardon, Miranda. I…” he began, but could come up with no words of true apology. He wanted her, he wanted her now, and the fact that they were standing in the hall within sight of anyone, any servant or guest who chose to walk there, be damned! He cleared his throat and started again. “I would join you in your chambers. If you have no objections?”
Would she refuse him? He would never force himself or his attentions on her, but prayed in the next several seconds that she would not rebuff his request.
“If you would give me a few minutes to prepare, I will be ready for your…” Now it was her turn to trip over her words, and he lightened inside. She looked away and then back at him. As he watched, the tip of her tongue slid out and moistened her lips as though they had gone dry. A pulsation of desire racked his body and he found that his breathing was becoming too quick.
“I shall visit you in a quarter hour, if that is acceptable?” How he forced the words out, he would never know.
She nodded and then reached for the doorknob. He did not move as she stepped backward into her room, closing the door in a swift but quiet movement. He wrestled with the passion that flowed through him and leaned against the wall next to her door, waiting to regain some measure of control before moving away.
A quarter hour was not too long a wait.
Miranda closed the door and rested her head on it, not daring to turn toward her waiting maid. She knew her cheeks were flushed and that her lips were swollen from Adrian’s attentions. But the worst, the absolute worst, was that her breasts were also swollen and her nipples tight and hard, and she could feel the friction of them rubbing against her shift, above the stays that held her breasts in place.
Unwilling to expose such a condition and even moreunwilling to think about what it meant, she took a slow, deep breath and waited for her body to calm.
It did no such thing.
Instead it rebelled. The reactions to his kisses flowed through her, bringing heat and desire to all kinds of places in her body. And she decided that her sensitive breasts were not the worst, after all.
That place between her thighs, where Adrian would join their bodies, now throbbed with heat and moisture in anticipation. Even though she tried to remain detached from her feelings, Miranda knew she could not.
“Your Grace? Are you well?” Fisk’s voice was filled with concern. “Is there something amiss?”
Nothing that His Grace between her legs would not solve.
Miranda stood back from the door, turned and nodded. “I need to wash up. His Grace will be here shortly.”
Although she tried to sound matter-of-fact, she knew she’d failed when Fisk let out a surprised gasp. But her practiced maid recovered much more quickly than she did.
“Here now, Your Grace,” Fisk said as she began to
He slid his hand around her neck and brought her closer. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for any sign that his attentions were unwelcome, and then claimed the lips and mouth of a woman he’d known and yet not known for years. Her mouth softened beneath his, much as her body did when he joined with her, and she leaned into him as he tasted and kissed her, over and over.
Adrian took another step, bringing him in close contact and placing her between the closed chamber door and his body. Now he held her face with both his hands and covered her lips with his. He felt her hands creep up to his arms, not in deterrence, but in encouragement. A noise from inside the room startled them both into realizing where they stood, and he released her slowly from his grasp, taking several more kisses from her caress-swollen lips.
“Your pardon, Miranda. I…” he began, but could come up with no words of true apology. He wanted her, he wanted her now, and the fact that they were standing in the hall within sight of anyone, any servant or guest who chose to walk there, be damned! He cleared his throat and started again. “I would join you in your chambers. If you have no objections?”
Would she refuse him? He would never force himself or his attentions on her, but prayed in the next several seconds that she would not rebuff his request.
“If you would give me a few minutes to prepare, I will be ready for your…” Now it was her turn to trip over her words, and he lightened inside. She looked away and then back at him. As he watched, the tip of her tongue slid out and moistened her lips as though they had gone dry. A pulsation of desire racked his body and he found that his breathing was becoming too quick.
“I shall visit you in a quarter hour, if that is acceptable?” How he forced the words out, he would never know.
She nodded and then reached for the doorknob. He did not move as she stepped backward into her room, closing the door in a swift but quiet movement. He wrestled with the passion that flowed through him and leaned against the wall next to her door, waiting to regain some measure of control before moving away.
A quarter hour was not too long a wait.
Miranda closed the door and rested her head on it, not daring to turn toward her waiting maid. She knew her cheeks were flushed and that her lips were swollen from Adrian’s attentions. But the worst, the absolute worst, was that her breasts were also swollen and her nipples tight and hard, and she could feel the friction of them rubbing against her shift, above the stays that held her breasts in place.
Unwilling to expose such a condition and even moreunwilling to think about what it meant, she took a slow, deep breath and waited for her body to calm.
It did no such thing.
Instead it rebelled. The reactions to his kisses flowed through her, bringing heat and desire to all kinds of places in her body. And she decided that her sensitive breasts were not the worst, after all.
That place between her thighs, where Adrian would join their bodies, now throbbed with heat and moisture in anticipation. Even though she tried to remain detached from her feelings, Miranda knew she could not.
“Your Grace? Are you well?” Fisk’s voice was filled with concern. “Is there something amiss?”
Nothing that His Grace between her legs would not solve.
Miranda stood back from the door, turned and nodded. “I need to wash up. His Grace will be here shortly.”
Although she tried to sound matter-of-fact, she knew she’d failed when Fisk let out a surprised gasp. But her practiced maid recovered much more quickly than she did.
“Here now, Your Grace,” Fisk said as she began to
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